Testing: Clearer now?

The (supposed) last of the F1 test sessions in Spain finished today, and it seems that things are getting a little bit clearer now, with Vettel fastest on the first two days, Rosberg on the third and Massa today (and with the fastest time of the whole session).

The fast guys do seem to be Red Bull and Ferrari at the moment, with McLaren struggling a little. Whilst this is perhaps down to them having launched their car later than the other two, and thus not having had as much time to fettle their car, this is possibly not a good sign. Mind you, it is a seriously radical car, so maybe a bit of extra time is all they need.

Due to the situation in Bahrain they've got it too, with the season-opener there being postponed (and quite probably cancelled altogether). The preceding test session is also gone, but the teams have agreed to have a final test session back in Barcelona for 4 days from the 8th of March. We'll then have to wait until Australia to see where they all are pace-wise.

A five week wait, instead of three. Ah well. It'll be worth it...

(Gotta love a bit of Abba now and again, hasn't one? It's the law, after all! Currently enjoying The Definitive Collection from 2001 and "The Day Before You Came". *sniffle*)

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